Half an hour later, inside the cabin.
Hela and Heluo each covered their red and swollen little bottoms, standing side by side miserably, like two reprimanded primary school students.
Luo En sat on the chair, tapping the rattan whip in his hand while asking coldly,
"Spill it, whose idea was it?"
"Heluo!"
Hela raised her hand and pointed decisively at the culprit beside her.
Betrayed by her ally, Heluo couldn't help but get annoyed and scolded,
"You just sold me out? No loyalty!"
"The teacher asked me, of course, I have to tell."
Hela's straightforward reply was as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Hearing this extremely bootlicking comment, Heluo uncertainly touched her wolf ears, a murmur of doubt arising in her mind.
Really, who here is the canine?
Besides, this is my home, that's my dad, if anyone should be bootlicking, it should be me first!
"Hela was the one who moved her hand!"
